The First Gate
That's the working title, for lack of anything better, for a short fiction piece I'm writing for katrinaskeepers, an auction benefiting the victims from huricane Katrina. I'm donating that short story, some yummy oreo fudge and a scrapbook birthday box.
Anyway, there's bound to be loads of cool stuff at the auctions so please go have a look.
And to whet your appetite, here's a brief excerpt from the short story I'll be auctioning off:
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Jack shot forward, stumbling over his feet and falling against the archway. He threw his hands out and the stone raked his skin leaving it raw and bleeding. Blood pooled in the ancient symbols and they glowed suddenly red from within, burning his palms. Jack yelled but he couldn't pull away from the arch, he couldn't move at all. A whirlwind had begun to whip around him, yanking his hair free from the ribbon that had held the pale strands in place at his neck.
Blinded by his own hair, Jack twisted as far from the arch as he could. He bent his neck back and back until he thought it would snap, back until he had a view of the trolls, blurred and indistinct, watching him in horror. One of the creatures dropped its mace breaking the paralysis that had held them. With an almighty bellow that shook the ground the trolls turned and ran, their large feet suddenly agile.
Jack gritted his teeth and twisted back toward the arch, struggling to free his hands. He realized that the shaking hadn't been from the trolls’ shouts after all. The arch was vibrating beneath his palms and arcs of energy shot between the two pillars and down from the arch’s tip to the ground at his feet.
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This story serves as a bit of back-story for my original fiction piece, Changeling Myth. Not neccessary for the story but still interesting to know. So...
Want more? Well you know where to go :)
Anyway, there's bound to be loads of cool stuff at the auctions so please go have a look.
And to whet your appetite, here's a brief excerpt from the short story I'll be auctioning off:
***
Jack shot forward, stumbling over his feet and falling against the archway. He threw his hands out and the stone raked his skin leaving it raw and bleeding. Blood pooled in the ancient symbols and they glowed suddenly red from within, burning his palms. Jack yelled but he couldn't pull away from the arch, he couldn't move at all. A whirlwind had begun to whip around him, yanking his hair free from the ribbon that had held the pale strands in place at his neck.
Blinded by his own hair, Jack twisted as far from the arch as he could. He bent his neck back and back until he thought it would snap, back until he had a view of the trolls, blurred and indistinct, watching him in horror. One of the creatures dropped its mace breaking the paralysis that had held them. With an almighty bellow that shook the ground the trolls turned and ran, their large feet suddenly agile.
Jack gritted his teeth and twisted back toward the arch, struggling to free his hands. He realized that the shaking hadn't been from the trolls’ shouts after all. The arch was vibrating beneath his palms and arcs of energy shot between the two pillars and down from the arch’s tip to the ground at his feet.
***
This story serves as a bit of back-story for my original fiction piece, Changeling Myth. Not neccessary for the story but still interesting to know. So...
Want more? Well you know where to go :)